CAR
Upon my receiving of my last paycheck the car is ready and in park. I reach into the car and throw my favorite book into the back of the car. When i start my car it will not;it stalls and clashes, makes noise and bemusingly dies. I walk out of my car and kick the tires in disgust and upon further inspection they have claw marks not of any animal but of human. I open the bonnet and check the cables. It all looks fine, and i check everything that a car inspection man would. I slam the front and try again. This time, the lights won't stop flashing. Discouraged, I wander for a telephone and the phone is out of service. I then look around me and see there are no stores open;i am beside myself with frusteration and I feel a welling up of despair within me. Just then I walk back to my vehicle and sit in it thinking of my lack of options, when suddenly my car starts again after I absent mindedly played with the ignition. Excited and relieved of my bereavement, I speed away from the dark, gloomy night. When i get home and look in the backseat for my book, it is gone. Never has my mind wandered to such empty thoughts of the night.